Noa leaned against the temple’s doorway as a massive silver figure slowly descended into the courtyard.

The little Involuted Queen crossed her arms and turned her head to call out, “They’re back!”

In the next moment, a small figure dashed out.

“Daddy! Mommy! You’re back!”

Muen came running over at a quick pace.

Roswitha was just about to stoop down to greet her precious daughter when she was beaten by the man beside her.

The queen shot her husband a sidelong glance, silently marking down this grudge of “getting to squat first" in her heart.

What?

I’m not allowed to hold a grudge if he isn’t making me jealous?

Unbelievable.

As Roswitha muttered inwardly, a tuft of pink hair entered her sight.

“Mommy, hug please~”

Ah, seems like someone still thinks about me after all. So what if he got to squat down and hug his daughter first? I’ve got her requesting a hug from me personally!

Way superior to yours!

General Leon, who was busy cuddling the little one, could never have imagined that his usually noble and aloof wife would have an entire essay’s worth of inner dialogue when it came to him.

The couple each carried a daughter as they ascended the steps.

Noa, seeing her parents approach, straightened her posture. “Daddy, Mommy, welcome back.”

“Mm. Did you take good care of your little sisters while we were away?”

Noa smiled and nodded. “I did, Daddy.”

Leon, carrying Muen in one arm, reached out with the other to gently pat Noa’s head. “You’re the best, Noa.”

The Involuted Queen’s cheeks flushed red as she averted her gaze.

Leon understood his eldest daughter well. Compared to questions like “Have you been behaving at home?” or “How’s your progress with your magic lessons?”, Noa much preferred being asked whether she’d been a good older sister and taken care of her younger siblings.

Because it made her feel like an adult.

And in certain respects, Noa really was like an adult, or even surpassing one in maturity.

The family of five made their way into the temple amidst laughter and conversation.

Dinner was prepared by the maids.

When Milan brought out one of the dishes, Roswitha noticed a faint smile playing on her lips. She seemed happy about something.

But when Milan returned a second time with one more dishes, she was still smiling cheerfully.

Even someone as typically indifferent to household events as Roswitha found her curiosity piqued by Milan’s radiant expression.

“Milan.”

“Yes, your majesty? What's up?” Milan asked, bending slightly at the waist as she stood beside Roswitha’s seat.

“You seem to be in a delightful mood. What’s the happy occasion?” Roswitha inquired with a smile. She deliberately softened her tone to avoid sounding stern.

Upon hearing the question, Milan turned red as she shyly tucked her hair behind her ears. “It’s nothing, really, your majesty.”

Before she could finish, Sherry suddenly appeared from behind, resting an elbow on Milan’s shoulders with a mischievous grin. “You haven’t heard, your majesty? Milan is in lov—mmph!”

Milan immediately covered Sherry’s mouth. “What are you, a scout from the guard team, doing snooping around the Maid Squad? Get back to your post!”

Roswitha’s eyes sparkled subtly. “Oh~ So it’s a blossoming romance.”

Nearby, General Leon, suddenly froze for a moment in the middle of his meal before silently grumbling to himself:

You Dragon Clan folks live for hundreds of years, and yet you’re only now starting to experience romance?

“It’s not like that, your majesty! I-I just… met someone, that’s all… Oh, the dishes are all ready now, please enjoy your meal.”

With that, Milan dragged Sherry out of the dining room in a hurry, murmuring, “You talk too much!”

Sherry chuckled under her breath.

As the sound of their footsteps faded, Roswitha turned back to her plate.

Milan had been working with the Maid Squad for quite some time and was never one for gossip. But lately, out of nowhere, she was getting involved in romantic matters...

Could it be because of the stories of Roswitha and Leon’s “legendary love story” she had used for publicity a while ago?

Perhaps it stirred up some resonance within the little maid, igniting her own yearning for romance?

Well done. Prosperous is our great Silver Dragon Clan! May every dragon find their fated one!

“Hey, why are you grinning like that? It’s not like *you’re* the one in love,” Leon said, snapping his fingers in front of Roswitha’s face.

Snapped out of her thoughts, Roswitha straightened her expression and retorted, “I may not be in love, but I’m married, so what?”

This comeback left Leon momentarily speechless.

“Ooooh~ Mommy’s embarrassed~,” Aurora teased from the side.

After some light banter, the family continued their dinner.

The three little ones quickly finished their meals and headed to the backyard to play games, while their parents leisurely stayed behind to enjoy their dinner.

“By the way, when you were in the cave talking to your mentor, why did you say you were the one practicing Primordial Magic instead of me? Wouldn’t it be simpler to tell him the truth?” Roswitha asked.

Leon set down his knife and fork, dabbed his mouth with a napkin, and replied,

“If I told him it was you practicing Primordial Magic, he might overthink. But if I said it was for me, the old guy would go out of his way to make the effort.”

“Ah, I see.”

Leon’s eyes glinted slyly. “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you hadn’t thought of that?”

Roswitha shot him a look. “Of course I had. I just wanted to hear your explanation.”

“And did my explanation satisfy you?”

“It’s fine. I suppose I’m satisfied.”

The other party successfully activated her inherent skill, “Stubborn as always,” neatly deflecting your attempt to provoke her.

Leon smirked and lowered his head, casually fiddling with his fork.

The light tapping of the fork against the plate made soft and rhythmic clinks—not loud enough to be annoying, just something to pass the time.

Roswitha continued her meal unhurriedly at her own pace.

“You’ve eaten enough. Why don’t you go outside and play with the girls?” Roswitha asked lightly.

Leon draped one arm over the back of his chair, replying lazily, “Don’t feel like moving.”

“Don’t feel like moving? Hmph, more like you want to fulfill your husbandly duties and keep me company until I finish dinner.”

“Ohoho—”

Leon’s grin stretched so wide that it seemed like it would reach the heavens. “Don’t flatter yourself, you dragoness. I’m just conducting a research—observing the dining habits of the Silver Dragon Clan.”

“Oh? And then?”

“Then, I’ll publish a book, titled *The Years I Was Captivated by a Silver Dragon.*”

“Sounds like the kind of bootleg novels you would find at a roadside stall.”

“Haha, you’ve got a great sense of humor, Your Majesty. Now, enjoy your meal.”

Suppressing the upward tug of her lips, Roswitha continued eating.

A short while later, the head maid Anna came to see them.

“Your Majesty, Your Grace, I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Roswitha had just finished her meal.

Leon handed her two pieces of napkin. Roswitha took them, wiped her mouth, and looked toward Anna. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s like this, Your Majesty. Not long ago, you called for everyone to freely pursue love to revive our clan, and recently it has received a lot of positive feedback.”

Anna continued, “However… you’re aware that traditionally, the Dragon Clan struggles to interact with the opposite sex, let alone navigate romance or emotional communication.”

Roswitha nodded in thought. “True, I hadn’t considered that.”

“Indeed, over the past few days, many have approached me, saying I’ve served Your Majesty for so long that I must have learned plenty of love secrets from the two of you. They want me to impart some wisdom.”

Anna gave a helpless smile. “But I hardly know the first thing about romance… So, Your Majesty, Your Grace, would you consider personally sharing your invaluable experience on the subject?”

The couple glanced at each other knowingly.

Then, they silently switched to a team chat.

Leon: What?! Share experiences? What am I supposed to teach them—how to get captured by an enemy and then make her pregnant?

Roswitha: A love-after-marriage scenario isn’t applicable to everyone, so we’ll have to approach this step-by-step.

Leon (?): Wait, are you seriously analyzing my joke just now?

Roswitha: I actually think Anna’s suggestion is a good one. Since we initiated this, we can’t just leave them floundering after opening the floodgates. We must thoroughly teach them how to love.

Leon: You talk as if you’re some romance expert…

Roswitha: That’s what I have you for.

Leon: Me? I never agreed to this—

“It’s settled, then. Anna, tomorrow, His Grace and I will host a session to share our experiences.”

Leon: ?

Fine, fine. Go ahead, Mother Dragon. Let’s just do this your way.